Their faces show their brightness. Their laughs the comic era, but have they come to see, the difference in the mirror? They exclude the silent one, who never shows his face. He cries all to himself, within a morbid case. Why can't they see? Why can't they feel? Why can't they hear his deepened cries? They close their ears to all his fears, and look down upon his tries. Beneath his hands he weeps, because he thinks that no one cares. He dwells inside his loneliness, for his mirror is not like theirs. For something deep inside him, calls briskly through the air. His solitude and lonliness, are bitter silent prayers. William Hagans II (TML)
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem to speak for those who don't: For those who can't express themselves the way they like because of the world's ignorance. NO one should be looked down upon because of their appearance, for it is what's inside them that makes them so special!!!
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